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MyLoveForYouEternity

Published: Apr 7, 2014

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When I was 14 years old,
it was the day I thought of suicide.
Slicing my legs and my arms,
wanting this pain to end.

My heart was always broken,
the moment you laid your hands on me.
I wish I just given up in life,
but I kept pushing through.

When I was young,
I thought i was a foolish girl.
Thinking there was love in life,
just to find heartaches and pain.

My smile was always fake,
maybe once in awhile I wouldn't show it.
But the day I felt pain,
I lost my smile for good.

I felt like dying numerous of times,
but never ended it fully.
Once in awhile I felt free,
but my heart ripped to pieces.

Maybe when my life is gone,
I will be noticed in the afterlife.
But until that day comes,
I will always be invisible to this world.

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